What I Know I used to live in a place of different emotion. Either the days were filled with gloomy, dark grey skies where rain would cover the entire city leaving not one inch untouched by water, or the days were filled with sunshine, few clouds in the sky, beautiful flowers sprouting around you, and the air as crisp as a fresh picked apple. On few occasions, white would blanket the street, trees, and building tops. It would fall from the sky slowly as if it was lighter than a feather. Sometimes on hot summer days, the heat of the sun-scorched air was too unbearable to stand in. It was stuffy and it almost seemed to suck the energy out of you. Although it had its moments of uncertain emotion, I know that Seattle is known for its emotion of rain. The roaring sound of footsteps and the many different voices filled the filled the large halls of the tremendous stadium. Banners of blue and green with the number 12 cover the walls. The sweet smell of buttery kettle corn and fluffy yet sticky cotton candy is in the air. The laughter and cheers of fans thunder throughout the stadium when points are put on the board. It’s football season and I know what it’s like to be a 12th man. The ear-piercing car horn blows in my ear as I pass along the side walk with a hand larger than mine lightly holding my childish hand to keep me from the near by cars. I turn a corner into a large market where the first ever Starbucks was created. The blocked off street is filled with people of all ages buying various items from live crabs to flowers to toys. Pike Place market was one of my favorite places to go with my mom who was the only adult figure in my life. We got to have lunch together, buy flowers, eat pastries, and, my favorite, buy live crab to eat later in the evening with some salty, melted butter. I step onto the elevator with my stomach in my throat. I had just taken about one thousand pictures with my dad and my step-mom before entering the elevator. I was exasperated being that it was my birthday and that I had never been to the Space Needle ‘til now, but as we started to ascend, I had second thoughts. A smile was still on my face because I truly was excited and frightened at the same time, which I didn’t know it was even possible to feel this way. My heart was pounding, head woozy, and body shaking as we went higher and higher. When we got to the top my family and I sat down at a table. I looked outside and saw a beautiful view of the city’s lights and well-known buildings. Moments later, I was looking out at a dark body of water. It was completely black, and looked as if it had many mysteries which it was hiding. That when I knew that the top of the Space Needle rotated! I know what it’s like to be a Seattle-ite
I used to live in a place of different emotion. Either the days were filled with gloomy, dark grey skies where rain would cover the entire city leaving not one inch untouched by water, or the days were filled with sunshine, few clouds in the sky, beautiful flowers sprouting around you, and the air as crisp as a fresh picked apple. On few occasions, white would blanket the street, trees, and building tops. It would fall from the sky slowly as if it was lighter than a feather. Sometimes on hot summer days, the heat of the sun-scorched air was too unbearable to stand in. It was stuffy and it almost seemed to suck the energy out of you. Although it had its moments of uncertain emotion, I know that Seattle is known for its emotion of rain.
The roaring sound of footsteps and the many different voices filled the filled the large halls of the tremendous stadium. Banners of blue and green with the number 12 cover the walls. The sweet smell of buttery kettle corn and fluffy yet sticky cotton candy is in the air. The laughter and cheers of fans thunder throughout the stadium when points are put on the board. It’s football season and I know what it’s like to be a 12th man.
The ear-piercing car horn blows in my ear as I pass along the side walk with a hand larger than mine lightly holding my childish hand to keep me from the near by cars. I turn a corner into a large market where the first ever Starbucks was created. The blocked off street is filled with people of all ages buying various items from live crabs to flowers to toys. Pike Place market was one of my favorite places to go with my mom who was the only adult figure in my life. We got to have lunch together, buy flowers, eat pastries, and, my favorite, buy live crab to eat later in the evening with some salty, melted butter.
I step onto the elevator with my stomach in my throat. I had just taken about one thousand pictures with my dad and my step-mom before entering the elevator. I was exasperated being that it was my birthday and that I had never been to the Space Needle ‘til now, but as we started to ascend, I had second thoughts. A smile was still on my face because I truly was excited and frightened at the same time, which I didn’t know it was even possible to feel this way. My heart was pounding, head woozy, and body shaking as we went higher and higher. When we got to the top my family and I sat down at a table. I looked outside and saw a beautiful view of the city’s lights and well-known buildings. Moments later, I was looking out at a dark body of water. It was completely black, and looked as if it had many mysteries which it was hiding. That when I knew that the top of the Space Needle rotated!
I know what it’s like to be a Seattle-ite